Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

(Kismet)

Seokjin's POV:

"Taehyung, get out of Nexflix, you can watch your show later. We're late," I say impatient.

We were in a hurry, and rather late than ever. Mrs. Kim had change the photo shoot from one in the afternoon to eleven in the morning.

I was becoming paranoid because I couldn't find my pants. I hadn't done the laundry in two days because the Kims mostly kept us at their house, always coming too late in the night to do anything else. So now I was with only my underwear and a purple v neck.

"Have you seen my pants!" I yell to Jungkook as I make a mess in the middle of the room, my half closet spread all over the floor.

"It's on the small couch," I hear Taehyung groan.

The Television is turn off, and an angry Taehyung is throwing  the remote control into the couch. He gives me his angry face and then goes to my mother's room to change.

I sigh, getting my blue jeans from the small couch and walk back to our room, letting the breeze give my legs goosebumps.

I'm thankful that they fit enough so that I don't have time to waste anymore time trying to find other pants that could be hiding anywhere else in the house.

"Why does Mrs. Kim need us more early?" Jungkook comes out of the restroom, freshly bathed. He has one towel on his shoulder and the other on his waist.

"I didn't have time to ask. Namjoon said to hurry up cause the photographer wouldn't be waiting for long." I answer, turning my back from him so that he could change.

"Can Jimin come later today?" I can hear his desperation. He's been asking me this for about a week now.

I always deny because it's not my place to say yes. If it was my choice, I would of brought Jimin already but Mr. Kim is so difficult to deal with. He's always there, glaring or mumbling disturbing things. I wouldn't Jimin to hear anything bad; Jungkook is the one I'm most worried about. He won't be able to control he's anger if he hears someone talk shit about his lover.

It's better to keep him away. I don't want them to get too comfortable with Namjoon and Mrs. Kim. Once my stomach is showing, I'll have to quit this job. And most importantly quit my love for Namjoon. Moving away to another city would be probably the best thing to do.

My previous jobs are from Mr. Kim and his companies. I need to get away from anything that is related to Namjoon.

"I don't know, Kookie. Mr. Kim is not the best human being out there and Jimin is such a sensitive person."

"But I haven't hang out with him in like two weeks. I'm tired of just talking to him on the phone, I need to see him," he implores,his eyes glossy.

I bite my lip, contemplating whether I should say yes or no. Rolling my eyes, I say yes. Jungkook's face lights up, the first time I have seen him smile so wide in a long time.

The t-shirt that Jungkook was holding in his hand is now on his body. He fishes his phone from the bed where it was charging from a nearby charger on the wall. He disconnects the charger, and calls Jimin, his smile never fading.

"Is this shirt okay?" I turn around to face Taehyung.

I turn around, my eyes adjusting to the clothes that he was wearing. As usual, Taehyung would wear his pants or shorts wide from the ends. He rarely wore skinny jeans, or jeans in general. They were always loose that they looked like he was wearing maternity pants. Unlike Jungkook's fashion style of clothes-he always wore ripped skinny jeans with an unlimited wardrobe of white T-shirts- Taehyung at least had a fashion sense of wearing cool shirts. Today though, he was wearing a blue shirt on top of a white shirt- he probably stole it from Jungkook- and a blue hat.